November 2011
47 posts
When I drove a cab, we were dispatched by a group of mean crusty old men who sat in a little metal shack in the corner of the taxi lot. The meanest and crustiest of them all was named Frankie Smith, the Monday-Friday overnight dispatcher. He wasn’t the sort of man you ever became familiar with,so he was never called just Frankie…it was always Frankie Smith. I don’t really have a...
ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED
Just now at a Toronto grocery store, a Canadian complimented me on how polite I was.
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fakescience:
Since I’m never starting a Brazilian tribute band to Bryan Ferry, here’s a free band name I came up with at the gym this morning: Bossa Nova Casanova.
“Art suffers the moment other people start paying for it. The more you need the...”
– Hugh Macleod
Scale of 1-10, how creepy would it be if I made...
